The giant brunette kneels down, trying to reach for her lipstick that has just fallen under the bathroom sink, where you, reduced to one foot tall, sand beneath,
You stare at her in awe, she is so beautiful, so hot, and her siwze, in your perspective, just turns you more, but you understand the danger of the situation, You cannot let her see you.
You don't know yet how to settle the time space coordenates of the belt to zap yourself away from there. But you already know how to change your size, so, the only thing to do is to shrink further, so smal, that she cannot see you.
You are face to face to her bended knees as she crouches down, her face lowering down is already visible to you. In the moment that her eyes pass down the edge of the sink you press the shrink button in the belt.
You cannot know if she had spotted you or not.
The scenario around you changed again, changed so, that for a second you believed that you've been transported somewhere else in time and space once again. But you start to recognize your surrounding. The bathroom floor was a great endless plain, divided in tiles, each one as big as four football fields. The spaces between the tiles formed endless paths, that sembles trenches, you can rocks and debris that were actually just dirt, maybe unoticed if you were normal sized.
And the woman...
Some moments before, she was already a giant, If you streched up your arm you could reach her knee, well, maybe barely touch...
But now, after pressing the button, she was so big, so monstrous, so gigantic, that you cannot see her whole, head to toe, at once, in only one look, even her being a third of mile away from you. She was just a mountain! A moving mountain, still lowering down to reach for her lipstick under the bathroom sink. Inspite her size, still a typical feminine move, her feet side by side touching each other, as well as her knees. Graceful, if not for her size, you could say delicate.
In the belt holographic display you see that you are reduced to 1/16 of an inch.
Her feet, her shoes are big as transatlanic vessels, in high heels that were towering columns for you, about 300ft high, sustaining the colossal body.
A giant hand moves upon you, passing like a cloud, blocking the sun, you can see the lines of her palm deep as cracks, her huge spreaded fingers could be tree trunks, her nails could be house roofs , the giant hand passed by you, reaching for the fallen lipstick a hundred of yards ahead, a lipstick as big as a container truck.
The tips of her giant fingers touched the giant lipstick, grabbing it, moving it to the palm of her hand, the lipstick disaperad in her fist, and the hand was gone. All this simple movement, for you is like a flying giant monster with tentacles snatching a mammoth size prey.
The giant woman stood up. Stood there for a few seconds, you stare at her giant feet on her giant pumps side by side, You see noises from above, she was probably retuching her makeup.
then...
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